By SEAN DIETRICH This supernatural cherub was a gift from her mother, long ago. It all started when Erin was six years old. Her dying mother called Erin to her sickbed, said a prayer, and gifted her daughter an angel. Simple as that. After her mother passed, Erin was...

By SEAN DIETRICH Somewhere in Alabama. A small town with a cute main street, lots of muddy trucks and men who wear neon orange, even to church. The elementary school staff went overboard on decorations that year. Too overboard. The school had, for instance, purchased...

By SEAN DIETRICH I wish I could give you a hug right now. I really do. I’d reach through this screen and squeeze you so firmly that your eardrums would pop. I would hold you for a long time, too. I would hug you for five, ten or thirty minutes. Long enough for...

By SEAN DIETRICH The email on my screen reads: “Dear Sean, my oldest grandchild, Bryson, is 11 years old and was diagnosed with Burkitt lymphoma, stage three, just one day before he started sixth grade. “This cancer covered ninety percent of his body, and after four...